i'm not dead yet, just rolling out of bed...
Right, we're off to a bad start aren't we? Not written anything since the day after my birthday when I woke up groggy and...feeling a little the worse for wear. Age - creeps up on you after the fifth drink.
Been battling a respiratory tract infection, unexplained high fevers, never ending snotty noses (Dylan's) and trips to the doctor's office. It's been a really outstretched first month of the year. Things have gone in a flurry and a haze of paperwork and colored laser print outs. What was Seven Worldwide, then later became Schawk, the company I temp-ed for, was absorbed by
Harrah's Entertainment at the eleventh hour of the last month of the year, so it's safe to say we spent most of the better part of the Christmas hols biting our nails and hoping for a job to hold on to rather than a nice present. But it all worked out and turned out nicely as we were present-ed with job offers and considerable pay raises, to say the least. The work is still the same and tedious as ever, although I made the switch to Copy Editor rather than Graphic/Production Artist.
I can't say I'm too happy with the way things are run - the majority of us expected some things to change when the hand over was completed, but alas, we hope for the best and it remains at HOPE, so to make myself feel a little better and appreciate the fact that I actually have a job, I'll bury my nose in some
Crap Jobs and see how much better off I really am.
how could you! in which Dylan protests the meaningless death of an insect
February really warms up in the desert while the snow falls by the truckload eastward. It's a time for shedding coats and taking walks in parks and having picnics in grass covered fields. The food of choice: Laughing Cow cheese triangles spread over delicious Skyflakes. Dylan hasn't acquired the taste for wine yet, so he stuck to his bottled water and enjoyed what he called "a perfect day" with "lovely food". He wished
Wallace and Gromit were with us, as we had crackers and most especially, cheese. We noticed several patches of lady bugs crawling in and out of the strands of grass and Dylan was quite happy to let them crawl up his hands and arms and watch them fly away.
We moved down the field to find more lady bugs that Dylan could converse with and when we did, I noticed an upturned dead bug nestled in the spot where I previously sat. I pointed out to Dylan and told him that I thought I might have squashed it to death, accidentally of course. He exclaimed, "
How could you!" and proceeded to berate me on having killed a lady bug that "
didn't do anything to you, why did you kill this bug?!" I tried to explain that it was indeed an accident and I had no way of knowing that the lady bug was crawling under my large bottom, suffocating all the while. He wasn't convinced and continued to murmur, "How could you!" But soon, he had let the last lady bug fly away and was hungry for cheese and crackers and we talked about other things and he finally said to me as we got up to walk towards home, "
This is the best day ever!"
